by C. P. Watson
“I’m certainly not a girl.”
Madison ran the tips of her fingers over Carson’s cheek. Her skin was soft to touch, but firm and graced with maturity. Carson’s high cheekbones would make any other woman envious. And those light grey eyes were almost too dull, yet enchanting. Carson’s features held a strange mystery, which was quite sexy, to Madison at least.
“Yes, you certainly aren’t.”
Madison whispered as she leaned closer, her breath fanning against Carson’s cheek. Carson had never kissed a girl—not ever. She’d never even experimented in college, why would she? She’d thought that she was straight for most of her life. Never had she doubted it, or questioned the fact. But as she looked into those brown eyes, she could definitely say that she was attracted to Madison.
It was one thing to watch lesbian porn and become turned on, but looking into a beautiful woman’s eyes and feeling longing tugging on the strings of her heart… well, it was different. She’d never wanted to kiss soft, pink lips before, or run her fingers over a smooth cheek. Carson had caressed the prickle of a shaven beard all her life. She’d kissed cold lips that were rough and sloppy. She’d never found herself imagining a woman’s lips pressed against hers, which was quite strange as she sat in the driver’s seat of her car, wanting to kiss the daylights out of Madison Pierce.
“I’m old enough to be…”
Before Carson could finish her sentence, Madison interjected with a charming response.
“My girlfriend. You are over eighteen, right?”
A laugh almost escaped Carson’s lips, but she held it back. She didn’t want to ruin the moment. It was too perfect.
“I could be fourteen and this still would be legal.”
Madison almost gasped.
“You’re pretty up to date with the age of consent, huh? Is there something that you should be telling me?”
Madison arched her brow in speculation. Carson placed the palm of her hand on Madison’s waist.
“I like to read. Thankfully, I’m thirty-seven, so we don’t have to worry about all of that.”
Carson leaned in completely, her lips pressing against Madison’s, the thrill of their bodies pressing against the other, sent jolts of electricity through them both. Madison’s arm snaked its way around Carson’s neck, and pulled the woman’s body into hers, forcing her out of her seat. Carson was then in a straddling position on Madison’s lap. Their tongues fought for empowerment, a battle that they both won and lost. They both held a domineering stance. Even though Madison was beneath Carson, there was no chance that she would lose all control—she’d share the power, but never give it up completely.
“Do you want to… to…”
Carson fumbled to find words. What was she thinking? They were on their first date. She shouldn’t have expected more than kissing, but she wanted so much more. They both did.
“Recline the chair, babe. I want to take your panties off with my teeth.”
Those words made Carson’s pussy immediately tremble, and she knew that she was even wetter than before.
“Okay…”
Carson did what she was told to, and her chest heaved with excitement. Was it really happening? She couldn’t believe her senses when Madison’s lips pressed against her collarbone. Madison moved her hands up Carson’s sides and pulled the dress above the woman’s hips. When Madison’s palms felt the lacey fabric of Carson’s panties, a sensation ran straight down to her core, making her clit twitch.
Madison slid her tongue over Carson’s jawline, and towards the nape of her neck. When she began to suck, a moan escaped Carson’s lips so involuntary, that her hips bucked and her knees tried to squeeze shut.
“You’re my first.”
“Don’t tell me you’re a thirty-seven year old virgin.”
Madison chuckled against the nape of Carson’s neck.
“No. I’ve just never been with…”
“A woman.”
Madison took a bite of Carson’s collarbone, causing the woman to loudly moan.
“Yes…”
“We’ll change that then.”
Carson gripped onto Madison’s arm. Madison’s lips moved towards Carson’s cleavage and her tongue left a path wherever contact was met.
“Do I kiss okay? I’ve never kissed a…”
“Woman. I got it, babe.”
“I just want you to…”
Madison pressed her lips against Carson’s to stop her from speaking.
“Let me take care of you.”
Madison whispered, her hot breath slipping into Carson’s mouth. Carson nodded and held her body up with her hands on the dashboard. She moved her legs over Madison’s shoulder, and as Madison looked in between those milky, smooth thighs, she sensed herself gushing.
Carson’s back was then pressed against the dashboard, and Madison’s hands moved along her trembling thighs. Carson had felt lips on her most sensitive area before, but not Madison’s lips—not a woman’s lips. She already assumed it would be the softest touch that she’d feel against her core, and maybe one of the best orgasms she’d have. She could sense that her climax would be great. The dampness of her panties and the twitching of her hips attested to that.
Madison pulled Carson’s panties off of her hips and down her legs. She kissed Carson’s ankle softly as the panties slid completely off of the woman’s body, and was thrown onto the driver’s seat.
“Excited?”
Carson gasped as the tips of Madison’s fingers brushed against her mound. Madison’s fingers moved towards Carson’s slit as she looked into the woman’s eyes.
“Very.”
Carson said so shushed. Her voice could barely manage to escape her lips. Her chest rose as Madison continued to tease her aching bundle of nerves, and held their eye contact at the same time.
“How does that feel?”
Madison leaned forward, her eyes travelling over the slippery wet folds of Carson Jenner. Her hunger immediately rose, including her desire for the woman in front of her.
“So good. Aren’t you… going to…”
Carson’s question was answered with a kiss upon her swollen clit. Her head shot back and her hand found itself holding onto the side of Madison’s head.
“Patience, darling.”
Madison moved her lips along Carson’s opening and her fingers spread the woman’s lips wider.
“Oh fuck.”
Carson squirmed as one of Madison’s fingers slid into her aching walls. She pushed her body further into Madison and her hand slid onto Madison’s shoulder.
“You’re close already, aren’t you?”
Madison pressed her lips against Carson’s bundle and began to suck. She’d always found it gratifying to have a woman squirming against her in a matter of seconds. But with Carson, it was different. It was much more rewarding.
“Oh, fuck, yes.”
CHAPTER NINE
Coming Out
Carson looked around the room filled with people, including everyone that held the most importance in her life—Troy, Gloria, and of course, Madison. She took a long swing of her wine as she noticed the smile tugging on Madison’s lips. Madison had teased her about how she always seemed to be nervous, especially in situations like those.
“So, I have an announcement, since Carson’s so bat shit scared to tell you all… I guess I’ll have to do it myself.”
Madison earned a glare from Carson, including a blush. Melody, Amanda and Gregory had their suspicions on what the announcement might have been. It was pretty obvious given the looks those two gave each other all the time.
As for Troy and Gloria, they were as oblivious as anyone could be—they had not a clue. Maybe it was because they thought Carson was straight, or the fact that she and Madison were so unalike.
“We’re dating.”
Carson said with a snicker. Madison chuckled and placed the palm of her hand over her mouth.
“Ha ha, you’re fucking with us, right?”
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bsp; Troy furrowed his brows and wandered his eyes over the room. It had to be a joke. His aunt was as straight as an arrow.
“Fortunately, it’s not. Turns out that I’ve finally hit gay puberty… it that's the right way to put it?”
Madison placed her hands over her stomach as another laugh escaped her lips.
“No, babe, it’s not. You’re just a late bloomer, or bisexual.”
Carson shrugged. She had no desire to be with men with her new found desire for women. Madison knew how to make love to her so that she would never miss the shaft of a man, even better actually.
“Wow. I really didn’t expect that.”
Amanda walked over to her daughter and pulled her into a hug. They’d sorted out their differences, gradually that is. Amanda still brought up the shame that had been inflicted upon her after everything, but she was coping. She changed church, and found a better group of friends—ones that didn’t judge her or her daughter.
“You do know that you two are like… Troy and I are married.”
Carson sensed the awkwardness and decided to clear the air.
“Gloria and I were both adopted. Our parents couldn’t have biological children.”
“But morally it’s…” Madison glared at her sister. “I’m just happy that you two are happy.”
Melody said bashfully before gripping onto her husband’s arm. Troy looked at his wife and gave her a goofy grin.
“It’s not that weird, honey. I’ve never seen my aunt so happy before.”
Carson blushed and sank her teeth into her bottom lip. It was true. She’d never found such happiness in a partner until Madison.
“Oh, well, everyone seems happy enough I’d say. Your mum’s even got someone special.”
Madison and Melody’s eyes widened.
“Who is it?”
They asked in unison. Gloria shrieked and slapped Gregory’s arm.
“For an ex-husband, you’re really up in my business. What about your engagement to Alejandro?”
Gregory was then the one with widened eyes. He looked at his daughters with a shy grin.
“I was waiting for the…”
“All this news is making me dizzy. Next thing we’ll hear is that Madison and Carson are hitched too.”
Gloria said and shook her head. Madison and Melody walked over to their father and gave him a hug one by one.
Amanda walked over to Carson with narrowed eyes. Carson gulped and felt her heart racing.
“Hurt her, and I’ll squash you like a bug.” Carson immediately nodded and forced a smile. “Oh, and make sure she’s a good girl. We don’t need her posing on your magazine cover again.”
Amanda chuckled and walked over to the couch.
Carson inhaled a deep breath and exhaled a sigh of relief. She was still yet to tell everyone that she’d left her job, but would once she found another.
“So, I’m guessing she pursued you, or was it you who pursued her?”
Troy nudged his aunt’s arm and gave her a cocky grin.
“Well, I…”
“I saw her staring at my tits a lot, and I was like, is it just me, or is this woman eye fucking me?”
Carson felt a lump immediately form in her throat and she covered her face with the palm of her hand.
“That’s so not what happened.”
Madison wrapped her arm around Carson’s shoulder and pulled her closer.
“Oh come on. We have to humour him at least a little bit.”
“You two are quite the pair. My aunt does need a bit of zest in her life.”
Madison chuckled.
“Zest? I’m zest?”
Carson wrapped her arms around Madison’s torso and smiled.
“You’re the sunshine in my life.”
Madison’s eyes softened and she caressed Carson’s shoulder blade with the pad of her thumb.
“You’re so sweet, babe.”
Troy noticed how the two looked at each other, and could see that they were meant to be. Maybe it was intuition, but they seemed to have a bright future ahead.
“Hey, I’m just surprised that my aunt scored a younger chick than me. It hurts my ego just a little bit.”
Troy placed his hand over his chest as his jaw dropped.
Carson chuckled. It was true that she’d snagged herself a young lover, but a twelve-year age difference wasn’t that bad.
“I guess she got lucky, I’ve never been with someone so gorgeous before though.”
Melody leaned her head against Troy’s shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her waist.
“You two are too adorable. We should do a double date sometime.”
“Sounds great.”
Madison ran her hand down Carson’s back and grabbed her ass. Carson’s eyes widened but she welcomed the contact with a smile. As her eyes met Madison’s, she could feel her pulse racing, including her heart.
I love you.
Carson wanted to whisper those words into Madison’s ear, but the time wasn’t right. Not when she was still unsure.
Madison’s eyes twinkled as though she’d say, I love you too.
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MADISON COULDN’T BELIEVE THAT she was sitting there and waiting for those green eyes. She’d never thought that Victoria would betray her trust, and use her the way she did. But why? Why did Victoria play her like that? She understood the greed for money, but why tamper with her heart? Why did Victoria need to do both?
“I knew you’d visit me sooner or later.”
Victoria startled Madison as she took a seat at the table. The orange jumpsuit gave her a strange appearance.
“I don’t know what I’m doing here actually.”
Victoria reached for Madison’s hand across the table, but Madison immediately pulled away.
“I still want to be with you…”
Madison cringed. She felt her cheeks heating up. Was it anger, pain, or both?
“That’s never going to happen.”
Madison assured as her eyes dropped onto the table. She inhaled a deep breath and closed her eyes.
“Then why are you here then?”
Victoria asked softly, as though she’d never done anything wrong. As though she was as innocent as Madison had initially thought.
“Why did you have to blackmail me and be with me? Couldn’t you choose one and stick to it?”
Madison was sure that she’d rather to be blackmailed than to ever end up with someone like Victoria. It severed any ties Madison would share with Victoria ever again, which was a good thing.
“You still believe I did it to hurt you, huh?”
Madison rolled her eyes with disbelief. So, Victoria was going to continue to deny it to Madison’s face, but plead guilty to the charge?
“Of course, I’m not that gullible.”
Victoria leaned over the table, and cupped Madison’s cheek with the palm of her hand. A guard then yelled for them to remove contact, and Madison felt relieved that he did.
“If I tell you the truth, will you give me a chance? When I get out of here, we can still be…”
“What is the truth, Victoria?”
Their eyes met, and Madison felt her anger rise. Why was she allowing herself to get so worked up? Victoria wasn’t worth the stress.
“Do you promise?”
Madison nodded with narrowed eyes. She was then the one lying. But she needed the truth. She needed to hear it from Victoria’s lips.
“I do. Now tell me.”
Victoria clasped her hands on the table and pursed her lips. What was she going to say? What was there to say? Of course, Victoria blackmailed Madison for the money, but why did she also want a relationship? Was she that selfish? Was she that eluded from the real world? How could’ve their relationship ever worked out? If Madison never found out that she was the blackmailer, what would have happened? Would they have continued their relationship? Would Madison have fallen into a worse predicament? The thought alone made Madison shudder. If it wasn’t for Carson, Mad
ison probably would have never believed the truth—-she wouldn’t have known that she was being deceived by Victoria.
“I had a little help from a man named Paul Fletcher. I didn’t rat him out, of course. See, I’m a good person.” Madison furrowed her brows. Paul Fletcher? Wasn’t he the investigator—the man who worked for Carson? Victoria looked lovingly into Madison’s eyes. She sensed Madison’s unease, but also a ray of hope, only noticeable to her. “It started out for the money, but that night when I saw you, then we kissed in your bedroom, then in my office… then at the dinner… on our date… I just couldn’t help myself. I’ve always had a crush on you, and seeing you again brought up all those feelings once more, but this time more intense… I’m in love you, Madison. And I want to be with you. Please give me a second chance.”
Madison couldn’t believe the words that slipped out of Victoria’s lips. Unbelievable.
“If you felt like that since then, why still blackmail me? It was pretty clever how you worked your tactics. Calling me a whore on that note… you think I can ever trust you again? You really think I can be with you?”
“There’s someone else, isn’t there?”
Madison grabbed the magazine from her handbag and placed it in front of Victoria.
“You’ve gotten what you wanted. The whore couldn’t be protected, could she?”
Victoria looked at the cover of the magazine and gulped. The guilt was finally sinking in, even though she wouldn’t admit to it.
“Madison, please. I made a mistake. I…”
“You made a choice, Victoria. And now you’re paying for it. You can never have me. You don't deserve me. But thank you. Because of you, I don’t have to watch my back. I have no secrets that I need to cover up. And it feels great.” Victoria’s eyes were welling up. Her breathing was stifled and she gripped onto the magazine as though her life depended on it. But Madison snatched it away, including all of the hope Victoria possessed. “Goodbye, Victoria.”
As Madison got up and slipped her handbag onto her shoulder, those last two words echoed in Victoria’s mind. Maybe, they’d be words she’d never forget.
